paroles de chanson Juice - Cashleaders feat. Mitchy Moo & Spagh King

All my shit is tight, I swear I ain't ever loose
And I'm fresh to death, I'm just waiting on the noose
Jealous motherfuckers they can kiss my caboose
Call me Q cause a nigga got the juice

My mixtape classifies as dangerous goods
It can cause fire to your local neighbourhood
It can cause a car to spontaneous combust
And you need placards when you play this in your truck
I bring monster trucks into street races
Burn cross joints with heavy racists
Show up at AA meetings completely wasted
I could have a billion dollars still live in momma's basement
Me and Charlie Sheen could smoke a pound of crack
And like Steve Rogers shield we some how bounce back
My money's like sheep before I sleep I count stacks
And I'm always in trouble when around blacks
My karate teacher loves me for breaking his bricks
A pimp hates me cause I'm taking his bitch
Drug dealers love me cause we can make a lick
It's the new super hero on the block its captain save a bitch

All my shit is tight, I swear I ain't ever loose
And I'm fresh to death, I'm just waiting on the noose
Jealous motherfuckers they can kiss my caboose
Call me Q cause a nigga got the juice

Niggas shining man you know I got the juice
Man tell them niggas to kiss my caboose
I said all you niggas faggots all you niggas gay
Fuck with the king man I'll punch you in your face
Neighbourhood mayne show me all the levels that's based
You can not fuck with what we say
Cause you know we the God's in this shit
Everything we do stays glist
Man I got that bankroll
Man I got that bankroll
Know I got that cash flow
And you know I came in real hard
And you know I got that flow
God King in this bitch
Pharaoh bitch
You can not compete with me cause I'm a pretty bitch
I'm certified

All my shit is tight, I swear I ain't ever loose
And I'm fresh to death, I'm just waiting on the noose
Jealous motherfuckers they can kiss my caboose
Call me Q cause a nigga got the juice

Working 40 hours every week
Meet a bitch she ain't a freak
Nice dinner couple kids beside us
Christian family they laughing
I say hey can you tone it down
She says hey no thank you fellow
So I tell her hold up I gotta work tomorrow
Tryna have a quiet supper
She said I ain't even know ya
I said bitch I know but can you hook it up
She say no
What the fuck husband starts to chirp up
Blah blah bam
Hit 'em with an uppercut
Flying doing summer salts
Girl beside me orgasms
She like omg he's hot
Kids are crying cause they daddy dying
He ain't really dying but I bet his pride is hiding
Cause he ain't a real man
He ain't a g he never even kill man
Looking for his kids say bitch I kill Dads
Oh Jesus that was a little too real man
Fuckin' real man